if only for a season

” feelings are like seasons.  they come and go.  always coming around,  linger for a while and eventually fading away – always only to come around again. ”

 

– bradford graham west  2014

when the mind stays awake

 

in the snow covered garden

the winter melts away

slowly the whiteness goes away

sunshine peaks its face and  says hello

and presents the green grass  of  spring

and while my body sleeps,  my mind stays wide awake

 

my body sleeps and yet my mind stays wide awake

 

i dreamt of a warm touch,

a bridge from what was and what was to dream

a  black and white photograph

ah! there we were

soft as a whisper

loud as an echo –

caught under the spring rain

 

where can you find me?

 

all through the summer

in a wheat field solo

only where dreams meet me –

remember a september

walking through the cool alley ways

down to the river’s bed

i held your hand

 

only can i see

in a town that is

only to a place that is,

only from my window paine

can i see what ive left behind,

and yet everything  i found

the time of what is and was us,

left me blind

 

the eyes that are blind

fire arises and seeks its worth

your liking now only rebirths

the sunlight,  turns to  lamplight

and any found comments get declined

but my eyes are still on you and your game

 

if i still love you

what can i do?

all the things in the past

didn’t last,  oh!

incoherent words and phrases confuse

and as i  turn the heads

but stand strong through the poetic rhyme

 

if my image was to be taken away

i’d still be –

if i was all but  to drain away –

today

everything will still move on

time will still tick,  and the colours will stay the same

and yet everything  of mine  will stay in a field day

 

in the snow-covered garden

the winter will go away

and the sunshine quickly comes says its hello

and presents the green grass  of  spring

all while my body sleeps,  my mind stays wide awake

 

somewhere  i can find you

through this cityscape window

a paradise that awaits

where i found you

that’s also where i lost you

in between the tall buildings and the busy business avenues

that’s where i last saw you

and gave your last kiss

 

words are just words

sliding in some thought inside my world

the right will find the left

and stumble on the tomorrow,  oh !

i’ll move forward,  if i see you again

you’ll see my smile cover the spaces

all in the missing places

 

in the snow covered garden

the winter melts away

slowly the whiteness goes away

sunshine peaks its face and  says hello

and presents the green grass  of spring

my body sleeps and yet my mind stays wide awake

 

my body sleeps and yet my mind stays wide awake

 

 

c.2014  bgw

image on the outside

still up

thinking about everything between

here, there and all together

it’s all messed up

all in a jig saw puzzle jumble

only with you, can  i put it all together

please wake me from this dream apart

it’s not what it was before

thinking about everything between

here, there and all together

thinking about everything between

here, there and all together

it’s all messed up

all in a jig saw puzzle jumbled

only with you, can  i put it all together

here

i beg you from the beginning

all together

this is where i can find you

image on the outside

this is where i can find you

c. 2014  bgw

excerpt : untitled #73

image

“…a summer’s sun closes the day,  bringing night closer to the farm.  the locus’ sing their nightsong while the family sits on the porch,  brushing away the dirt from their brow.  a hard days work rewarded with relaxation,  a glass of iced tea and family laughter. the smell of dinner seeped through the screen door.  mom usually out did herself on a friday night supper. a family feast of a roast,  skin on mashed potatoes,  freshly picked garden green beans, homemade rolls, a side salad and of course fresh milk – probably right from the dairy cows that us kids gathered that morning.  it was nice living on a dairy farm.  one got use to the hard work and the getting up every morning at four a.m., but it took years to do so…..” 

c2014 bgw; picture c2012 bgw

the words before you

 

invisible

invisible to my eyes,

and yet  i know you are still there

carefully reading the words that are before you

 

invisible to your eyes,  conspicuous by intent 

are you the story?

or are you the picture behind the letters and words?

re-discover what you already know – show yourself to me again

let me in again.

 

invisible

invisible to my eyes,

and yet  i know you’re  still there

reading the words before you

 

 

 

c. 2014  bgw

 

darkness only hangs out in the attic

 

darkness only hangs out in the attic

daily distractions destroy nearly every single thing that once was

where did i go?                      addictions linger and haunt

chipping away at everything that was in different time

in the mind behind these eyes

what kind of reality darkens and looms above thy head?

rain just poured down and left it all for dead

 

the break in the clouds lies just out of reach

one finds comfort in words in a book,  while another finds it in a dissipated look

daily distractions destroy nearly every single thing that once was

where did i go?                      addictions linger and haunt

chipping away at everything that was in different time

in the mind behind these eyes,     dismal nightfall keeps the company

and yet darkness only hangs out in the attic

 

 

c.  1999  bgw

 

 

 

fool’s paradise

 

jet plane

crawls across the bright blue sky

jet plane

leaving a faint white line behind

we know where you’ve been.

leaving a faint white line behind

it all disappears as you glide  on by

gone,

gone,

gone

 

sunrise

slowly peaks its light into sky’s darkness

sunrise

shine down the warmth on my face.

dancing with clouds high above

shine down the warmth on my face

sunrise till the noonday –   the sunset takes you home

move on,

move on,

moved on,

 

paradise

always thinking it was on an island

paradise

in the garden that was only my mind

made me blind,  i left myself behind –

in the garden that was only my mind

the only paradise i gave blind to and left behind

 

oh!,  jet plane you are gone,

into the sunrise of some other paradise,

and here’s to tomorrow  –  we all must move on –  moving on,

move on

 

 

c.  2014   bgw